Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Chapter 310: Draft, but all of them are big guys

In the center of the quaint garden stood a huge black device that looked like a guillotine.

Ten strong eunuchs stood beside the device, holding the reins, and pulling up the heavy iron plate little by little.

The rusty black iron plate slowly rose, and the red and yellow meat paste, like balls of cotton filled with blood, fell down along the sharp spikes.

Pat-

Pat--

Smashed all over the floor.

The girl with the extraordinary singing voice turned into mud and died.

The base of the device is an octagonal platform, the size of a wellhead, half a meter high, and densely covered with small holes as thick as thumbs.

At first glance, it looks like a one-person stage.

However, the iron plate hanging three meters above the stage was octagonal in shape, like the base, and one meter thick. The bottom of the plate was covered with spikes, which fit perfectly into the small holes in the base.

Looking at this torture-like stage, Jiang Yuan immediately understood.

According to the game's usual cruel logic, these rejected beauties cannot return to the common people even if the emperor does not want them, so they can only be dealt with on the spot.

He had no time to feel sorry for the girl. As soon as he arrived at the garden gate, he and the palace maids were called in by the head nanny to clean the floor.

Wooden barrels filled with meat pulp were carried out one by one.

The palace maids hunched their necks, busy and carefully cleaning up the debris on the ground. They were especially fast when wiping the stage, for fear that the eunuchs would shake their hands and smash them to death.

When Jiang Yuan bent down and scrubbed the pieces of meat stuck to the base, he heard conversation coming from the palace opposite.

"Really? None of them are useful. This batch of concubines is too incompetent."

"Yes, there are three groups of people here now, all of them are spoiled young ladies."

"Fortunately, His Majesty did not come this time, otherwise it would have been a waste of time."

The emperor didn’t come?

Jiang Yuan followed their words, quietly raised his head, and locked his gaze inside the hall.

In the deepest part of the palace where concubines were sitting on both sides, there was indeed an empty and exquisitely carved orange-gold dragon chair.

It turned out to be the case.

The emperor was away, so this was a draft dominated by the women in the harem.

No one will choose someone who is better than themselves as a colleague. This is equivalent to asking someone to shit on their head.

That's why the girl was hated by everyone and committed suicide.

The concubines were graceful and elegant, sitting on both sides. Their faces were covered with a layer of bright pearl curtain, hiding most of their faces. They sat in the dark room, feeling cold and gloomy.

The rotten smell that had been lingering in Jiang Yuan's nose since he entered the palace was also coming continuously from this palace.

Each of them wore gorgeous robes, butterfly-shaped headbands on their heads, and all kinds of precious pearls, gems, and jadeite. They were armed from head to toe as if they were free. Even the eagle claw-like armor sets were inlaid with dazzling gems.

The further you go in, the more luxurious it becomes.

Especially a woman in the depths wearing a dark yellow phoenix robe.

The jeweled hairpins on the head of the banner alone are enough to support a museum. They are so heavy and cumbersome that Jiang Yuan's neck hurts just looking at them.

Even when the ladies were chatting, the house was dead silent, as if it was filled with a group of extravagant zombies who were oppressing everyone outside with their gorgeous clothes and power.

Near the door, a concubine with a big belly seemed to be itching. She carefully inserted her armor into the bead curtain and scratched her cheek gracefully.

The beaded curtain moved slightly, and a few milky white rice grains fell along with her movements.

Jiang Yuan followed the rice grains falling to the ground and saw a thin layer of white grains on the carpet. From a distance, it looked like a layer of mildew growing around the clogged-bottom shoes of most of the concubines.

But these mold spots are moving.

Because they were not real mold spots, nor were they rice grains, but fat, living maggots that were rolling aimlessly and crawling randomly in the darkness.

They all fell off their bodies, some from their sleeves, some from their hems, and even from their ears.

This scene is so weird that it's sickening.

They are alive, but they look more like dead people than the dead, Jiang Yuan thought.

It seems that this palace, like the current security department, has reached the pinnacle of some kind of corrupt desire.

Therefore, no matter how the times change, human history will always be in a cycle.

Birth, growth, maturity, decay, and destruction.

And then be reborn again.

Continuous and everlasting.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuan became more excited.

Excited that he had the opportunity, he destroyed these rotten things without any scruples.

This is an instinct that has been hidden deep in his genes since he was born.

It was this instinct that urged him to enter each game.

Perhaps this is the nature of the Son of God.

After being suppressed by Jiang Yuan for several years, this nature has now been released again. It has become more mature and crazy than at any time in the past and is full of unpredictability.

Creak---

While wiping the bloody stage, Jiang Yuan brushed out some debris from the holes in the base.

This is......?

The remains of a crushed glasses frame, still stained with lens fragments and tiny screws, reflected a little bit of residual light in the dull courtyard.

Jiang Yuan frowned and put the brush into the hole again and dug carefully. Soon he got out a lot of things from the holes and cracks in the ground.

There were pieces of plastic paper, silicone fragments, and even remnants of heart stents.

They are all modern products.

It seems that many players have turned into showgirls and died at this level.

At that time, all the people at the hearing were pulled into the strange cave.

In this strange world where props and power are suppressed, even Jiang Yuan has become an ordinary person. It is conceivable that other players can hardly move forward.

It is estimated that many people could not even reach the gate of the palace and ended up in the so-called safe house.

And now, another group of people died during the draft stage.

What a sin, Master.

"Hurry up and clean up. Haven't you eaten yet?"

Jiang Yuan's thoughts were brought back by the steward's vigorous rebuke:

"The last batch of concubines have arrived at the door, don't delay the nobles!"

The palace maids quickly lowered their heads and quickened their movements.

There is one last group of people.

Will the little fish be in there?

Jiang Yuan thought worriedly that with Yu Du's looks, he would be in trouble if he fell into the hands of these women.

At this time, the maids had led the last batch of beauties to the outside of the courtyard waiting to be summoned.

Jiang Yuan turned around and saw a familiar figure among the group of beauties through the distant courtyard gate. He was so shocked that his face changed on the spot.

That is...! ! !

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There were a total of ten girls in the last batch of beauties.

The young girls lined up and stood under the pine trees outside the courtyard gate, waiting.

Most of them were well-dressed, pretty, and looked like virgins who knew nothing about the world.

......

...except for two people.

"Don't worry, Master Yu, this is just a dangerous game. I played it several years ago and I know the strategy by heart. I guarantee it will be foolproof."

A tall and strong "show girl" said to the skinny "show girl" beside her.

These two people are so conspicuous, forming a sharp contrast with the other girls.

This tall lady was over two meters tall, with a strong body that stretched the yellow-green satin into a tights. She had a red hairpin on her head, heavy makeup, and a powerful aura. It looked more like she was here to choose the top martial arts champion than to participate in a talent show.

As for the skinny and short man, he was hunched over and only half the size of the strong woman next to him. He was dressed in powder and makeup, but it couldn't hide his droopy old face.

It was not long ago that Zhong Liang and Yu Lao were blocked from crossing the river to arrest people.

The combination of this giant and an old man is particularly eye-catching among the crowd of beauties, making people shudder and feel refreshed.

The rosy-faced old man Yu said to General Zhong with a dark face, "Don't you have any other ideas?"

Obviously he is not satisfied with his current look.

"I don't want to dress like this, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Zhong Liang scratched his head and said, "In the past, I could complete this crappy game in half an hour, but now I don't know what Jiang Jian did. He upgraded the game to the point where I can't use any of my weapons and items. My strength is also suppressed. I'm outnumbered and I can only choose this method."

Seeing that Master Yu still looked unhappy, Zhong Liang consoled him:

"But then again, although the difficulty has been upgraded, the general plot of the game has not changed. Now we have sprayed the scent I specially mixed to attract butterflies. When we go on stage, butterflies will fly over and circle around us. Then the emperor will fall in love with us and make us his concubines."

"When we both sleep in bed at night, we can take the opportunity to kill the Sect Master, the Emperor, and we can pass the level."

Yu Lao: “….”

Attract butterflies, be crowned as a concubine, and serve in the emperor's bedchamber.

Every word in this strategy made Old Yu's scalp tingle, like a top-level torture for the elderly.

Although he didn't want to mention it, he had to ask: "Are you sure the emperor will choose us?"

Is he blind?

Zhong Liang: "Of course, this is the plot setting. The emperor will fall in love with anyone who can attract butterflies, even if he is a lame beggar. We have done experiments before."

The Security Department is mainly responsible for recovering the ghost doors, and the processing work after the doors are collected, especially those that are tedious, time-consuming and labor-intensive, will be sent to the troops on a regular basis so that the soldiers can complete it like an assembly line.

Especially for the gates of critical and extinction level, a large number of soldiers are needed to attack them repeatedly and continuously to obtain props.

General Zhong is mainly responsible for this project, so he is familiar with most of the tricks and is very familiar with the game strategies. Even if he has upgraded, he is not afraid at all.

"Ok."

Mr. Yu thought about it, and finally reminded in a muffled voice: "You and I know this matter."

Zhong Liang patted his chest and assured: "You can rest assured, I will not let anyone else know."

The old man Yu was relieved that his reputation was saved: "Yes."

Just as the two of them had finished their discussion, they heard a delicate sound of clasps coming from the front.

"That being said, I suggest you two not go on stage like this."

Yu Lao and Zhong Liang looked up when they heard the voice, and saw a beautiful palace maid in simple clothes standing opposite them. She was tall and pretty, and looked very familiar. At the moment, she was looking at them, covering her chubby face, as if she was using all her strength to stop herself from laughing crazily.

General Zhong: ...

Yu Lao:......

Damn, it’s Jiang Yuan!